An/ Popped into my head awhile ago. Though I do wonder why I turned out so depressing.
They burn hot tracks down my face, they mark me as theirs. I can no longer fight them off. The force became to much, to fast. They knew that my strength was weakening but they waited till I broke before they could strike .
I guess that gives them some credit. I try not to let them know that they have me, by acting cold but that only last as long as the ice stays frozen.
They know what I am they see through everything. They are all seeing, but I wonder if they can see through me. I have had more time then most to prefect my act. I have it down to science never once slipping up.
They caught me though when I was out of it, when I was bare. I try to hide and pretend like I was acting, but acting is hard when the act is real.
I was trying to let it all show and all I did was hide it even more. I knew when it was coming and instead of letting it happen I forced it back I made myself hide it. I didn't want to, but the past it a hard thing to change.
I let them mark me, maybe they will help me, or even better save me, but no one has been bale to save me why would they be able? Getting ones hope up, makes the blow only that much harder. It is a blow to the soul not the body.
Tiny voices in my mind, settling in. I welcome the crazy presence. Needles thrust into my head, the pain flowing out being replace by another pain, a real one.
Is this better? Is this the way? Or just the only one left?
Alone in a field critters come out in the night. One black swoosh then another. Till they are all that you can see. Climbing onto you, dreams they say are coming true, but this is no dream, but a nightmare. Fears take a hold of you tossing you like a rag doll from one fear to the next.
Your world that you built up oh so perfectly is falling.
All 'cause you let the tears fall down.
Didn't you know You couldn't let them fall?
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